Wednesday, March 30, 2011

I hate people

This should not come as a surprise to anyone who knows me IRL. Heck, the fact that I neglect my blog for months at a time should be an indicator. I like individuals, but people in general never cease to fail me.

I work at two different hotels. One of them has one of those courtyard-style pool areas that is surrounded by rooms. It is also surrounded by a tallish white picket fence that is locked during the hours that the pool is closed. The fence is chest/neck height, depending, so it would take some effort to scale it without causing yourself some pain or the fence some damage.

Yet. People do.

The other night I saw a guy headed to the pool wearing only trunks and carrying a towel. No dummy, I asked if he was headed to the pool. When he affirmed my deduction, I told him it was closed. "But I just want to sit in the hot tub for a while," he answered (the "hey asshole" was implied). I again told him that the pool was closed, and that I couldn't open it for him due to various legal and insurance reasons. He went off to his room, which was pool-side.

Not being an idiot, I waited a couple minutes, and then went to check. Sure enough, the prick and his lady-friend were in the effing hot tub.

"Sir! Come on! The gate was locked, and you had to climb the fence to get in! Get out of the hot tub."

They picked up their towels and made their way over to the fence where they'd set up chairs for access. I let them climb back over as punishment. All the while looking at me like I'M the asshole.

I just don't understand why they would think the rules don't apply to them, or that I would be dumb enough not to follow up, or that they were so special that they deserved special treatment. And I see this kind of thing all the time.

Maybe that's what I can blog about. There is certainly no shortage of jerks. Perhaps I'd be here more than once a quarter.